Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 153 - 154: Precious Kitten Photo

She weakly turned her head to the side, "No."

The man’s voice came harshly, "Don’t play games with me, I’m in a hurry."

Su Xingyu’s already sorrowful heart was stabbed and bleeding by his words, she looked at him shaking, "Lu Shifeng, don’t be so full of yourself. Who wants to play games with you? I don’t care for your camera at all! You’re in a hurry? Great, I beg you to disappear in front of me quickly, I don’t want to see you, not in this lifetime."

The moment the words left her mouth, her chin was tightly gripped by him, forcing her to lift her head to meet his narrow, dangerous eyes.

He exuded a chilling aura, "Don’t want to see me?"

She trembled more but forced herself to straighten her back, stubbornly staring at him.

He was extremely angry, yet his voice turned gentle, "Su Xingyu, fine, you don’t want to play games, right? Don’t want this camera? Then forget about wanting any cameras ever again—every camera I see, I’ll smash it."

With a wave of his big hand, the brand new camera he brought back was suddenly smashed against the wall, shattering two priceless antique porcelain pieces, falling broken to the floor.

"Lu Shifeng!" Her heart clenched tight, instinctively getting out of bed to try to save the camera.

But Lu Shifeng caught her by the waist, pulling her into his arms, his devilish voice whispering in her ear, "You don’t want it, so why try to save it?"

She was still sick, her weak body no match for the man in front of her. She struggled to pry his arms away, but his arm was as immovable as cast iron. "What right do you have to take it out on the camera..." She looked sadly at the broken camera on the ground and said, "For what... it was meticulously made by so many people, not for you to take out your anger..."

It was a beautiful weapon, meant to accompany a photographer across the world, becoming an inseparable companion.

All cameras deserve respect.

But he, with a cruel gaze, said, "Since you don’t want it, what does it matter how I handle it?"

She struggled harder against him, "Lu Shifeng, you’re unreasonable!"

"It’s you who’s unreasonable," Lu Shifeng easily spun her around to face him. In the sunset, her thin nightgown was disheveled, faintly revealing her delicate collarbone and the enticing white skin of her chest. His breathing tightened, but his gaze grew more cruel, "Don’t want to be a photographer anymore? From now on, why don’t you just lie in bed and give me children."

She shuddered at the terrifying prospect he described.

"I-I never said I didn’t want to be a photographer," her voice trembled, looking at him with sorrow and hatred, "Lu Shifeng, not accepting your camera doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a photographer."

"Is it because I gave it, that you don’t accept it?" The hidden anger in his eyes seemed to boil the air.

She was very frightened, but recalling the scene last night of him violently smashing her camera, all the blood in her body rushed to her head, "You think smashing one and compensating for another is fine? Do you know there were photos in my camera?! They are more precious than the camera itself! You compensated the camera, but how will you compensate the photos?! Lu Shifeng, you arrogant bastard!"

"How much for the photos? I’ll pay you ten times." After all, aren’t the photos she took for commercial use? If she wants money, he can give it to her.

But she fiercely struggled in his arms again, almost crying from anger, "You bastard! Do you think some stinking money can buy my photos? I, I..."

Then she really cried, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, her thin shoulders trembling helplessly, "I... I worked so hard to take them... sob sob..."

Her kitty, that mysterious beautiful little black cat, wasn’t a commercial photo for any client, yet it was an artistic work she so loved and longed to treasure.

Every photo a photographer takes, like every painting by a painter, every musical piece by a composer, are like their children—priceless treasures.

What are his stinking money worth?

The more she thought, the sadder she got. Her tears flowed uncontrollably. However, seeing the loathsome face of the man before her, she didn’t want him to see her vulnerable side, "Get out," she said hoarsely, "Aren’t you in a hurry, get out quickly, I don’t want to see you, you devil, beast, brute... I never want to see you again in this life!"

The man before her looked terrifyingly ferocious.

But she couldn’t care about anything, trembling all over, heartbroken.

Lu Shifeng slowly stood up, his narrow eyes filled with icy shards, and strode out of the bedroom.

After he left, she curled up under the blanket, tears falling like broken pearls, heart-wrenching.

That night, Lu Shifeng did not return. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Su Xingyu muddled through a few more days in bed, only gradually recovering from the fever.

Mrs. Gui served her cautiously every day, bringing soup and medicine, sighing, "Young Madam, please stop being angry with the young master, it’s making him not stay home... I know you’ve been wronged, but that’s just how the young master is, please give in to him. You know his stomach isn’t good, how can he endure eating and sleeping outside every day?"

Su Xingyu was still weak, speaking softly, "You’re worried about him? Call him back, I’ll move out."

"This...!" Mrs. Gui was anxious, not knowing what to do, these two had tempers, one more stubborn than the other!

Su Xingyu looked down at her feet, wearing plush slippers, the blood blisters from friction hadn’t fully healed; also the gash on her lower leg from a sharp object was still shocking.

"Does your young master treat women as objects?" She seemed to be asking Mrs. Gui, yet seemed like she was talking to herself, "Can he just divorce when he’s tired of it?"

This was the second time she mentioned divorce, scaring Mrs. Gui out of her wits, "Young Madam, don’t even think about that! Have you forgotten how well the young master treated you? Even if he has thousands of wrongs, he couldn’t have been completely bad to you, right? When you first married, he bought you so much jewelry, gave you the power to manage the household, and despite disliking flowers, allowed you to plant them in the garden... There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage, the young master just doesn’t know how to interact with people, you, you... sigh, please try to understand a bit more!"

Su Xingyu shook her head in a daze, thinking of the photo of the little cat, "Mrs. Gui, I can’t live like this. Whether he hits me, scolds me, or forces..."

Whether he forces himself on her in bed...

She could endure it all, living humbly like an ant. But all this had a precondition, that he wouldn’t meddle with her beloved photography career. All her forbearance was to freely pick up her camera, for this wish she would rather live in hell...

If he even wants to destroy this wish, then what’s the point of all her endurance?